A weakened mind Stops the soul From reconnecting With the light It stays awake In the arms Of bleeding statues Out of sight Of all the eyes Of all the faces All the hands That seek revenge Sanguine saints Are cursed to burn In pits beneath the earth Sanguine saints Are made to learn The ways of pain from birth My eyes are open My bones are crushed By a thousand hammers Of those who knew That all i wanted Was to set them free From the will of blood, From the crooked truth Sanguine saints Are cursed to burn In pits beneath the earth Sanguine saints Are made to learn The ways of pain from birth In nomine spiritus sancti Behead the slaves, all for one In nomine spiritus sancti The sages burn forever As the lords assemble to deny Your truly spoken words Flames begin to rise up to the sky Blindly igniting the heaven's doors